(Warning! Disgusting implications, possible OOC, and a traumatic C-section! Seriously, this chapter will most likely have a rushed feeling to it, and suffered for it!)

Silver looked up at her son entering the room, with a haunting look on her face. Her eyes followed him as he slowly approached the table she was sitting at.

Most would often show signs of improvement after an extended period of sobriety. Silver was not one of those people. Then again, she could also have attributed her poor condition to the life currently growing inside of her.